A knock at the door
It’s a cool night come calling
Rustling of leaves
Signals remembrance
Now at day’s early slumber
Perhaps I can again visit those murmurations
Most enchanting.
The newly planted winter garden promises growth that has become impossible in the summer heat. Lettuces and such love this cooler weather.
Once again I will traverse to the lake where my little blackbirds swing and sway to the light of the moon.
It has been a long two weeks in our home. The virus which shall not be named visited us. It has left, but its mark remains on some of us (no taste, tired) . I was fortunate with minimal symptoms. Tomorrow I’m back to work.
Multiple exposures from 2018
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 